Sitting in this cell these bars wide open Stricken by the light I fear the unspoken The Son is my hope my shelter and my guide But I'd rather choose this lonely cell this hole where I hide
I run (3x) but never get away Chinatown jail break
The darkness of this hole has it's claws in my soul Who needs the warms I choose the cold My freedoms not that I've conditioned my soul to want I'm bound beneath the surface, my selfishness I flaunt He's calling my name yet I choose the same